Sam had a day off from practice and he decided to be useful and work on the baby's room. They had decided on a neutral color for the room since they didn't know what the sex of the baby was going to be.

"Green it is..." He uttered under his breath as he opened the paint can and started on his task.

Santana had been tired lately, in the early stages of her pregnancy, and has had pretty bad morning sickness for most of the day. She was taking a nap on the living room couch, not entirely intentionally. Toni, having been warned to be quiet to let her rest, had grown bored easily, as quiet wasn't very natural to her. Wandering into the baby's room, she stood back and watched Sam with some interest.

"I wanna help. Can I paint? I'm a super good painter."

Sam focused on his task and began painting. Not five minutes later, he heard Toni's little voice coming from behind him. She wanted to help, and he couldn't say no, not when she looked so angelic and had that little smirk that always made him want to give her everything that her heart desired.

"Sure, come in here, but you have to keep your voice down, okay? Mommy's sleeping and we don't want to wake her."

"I know. She's so boring now. She don't wanna play with me much and she goes to sleep a lot," Antonia complained, her lower lip sticking out slightly. "I'm being super good and quiet though even though it's boring. Can I paint? Where?" She was already reaching for the brush.

Sam put the brush down and knelt before Toni, he could see that she was a little upset by Santana's tiredness, and that didn't sit well with him. "Your mommy is not boring, Princess. She's tired. Carrying a baby in her belly is hard work." He stood up again, chuckling, "You can paint next to me. Make sure you cover all the spots, okay?"

Toni listened to him, but didn't understand. "But she's not even working. And the baby isn't even big. I don't know how come it's so hard." She knelt next to him, reaching for the brush, and was quiet for about a minute before she looked up curiously. "How did the baby get in her tummy anyway?"

"That baby takes up a lot of mommy's energy, Princess. The baby needs to eat, so it takes what mommy eats. It's tiring..." Sam was clueless as to how to answer Toni. The truth was, this was all still very new to him and he didn't really have all the answers. What she asked next had him stump, "Umm... I... Umm..."

Toni shrugged, still a little pouty over this. "The baby should leave Mami alone. It's mean to her." When Sam didn't answer her right away, she looked at him curiously, dripping paint all over the floor. "Don't you know, Daddy? Didn't Mami tell you?"

"The baby can't help it. It needs food to grow."

Sam's mouth hung open, how could he explain without things sounding raunchy? He didn't want to talk about this. It wasn't his place. That should be Santana's duty.

"Storks." He blurted out without thinking, "The storks put them there." He cemented that lie all too quickly. "Start painting, Princess, we don't have all day."

Toni put a single stroke on the wall, then turning to Sam, more interested in this conversation, tilted her head. "A stork? Isn't that a bird? How come a bird had a baby to put in Mommy's tummy? Mommy doesn't even like birds. She gets scared if pigeons get too close to her."

"Yes, it's a bird. A big bird..." Sam thought that he had gotten away with explaining things, but apparently he was wrong. Toni had to remind him that Santana didn't like bird. Damnit! How could he have forgotten that bit of information? "Oh it happened while mommy was asleep."

Toni's eyes grew huge then, and she put a hand over her mouth, her voice growing high in pitch. "A bird snuck in at night and got a baby in Mami while she was sleeping?! Daddy why didn't you protect her?! I don't want a bird to do that to me!" Then another thought occurred to her. "Is it gonna be a bird baby?"

Oh crap. Sam had clearly screwed thing up with Toni. He wanted to shout for Santana to come help him, but he knew she needed the rest, so he let her be. "No, Princess. Mommy knows that the stork is coming, that's why she's asleep so she don't have to be scared." He said trying to remedy the situation, "And the baby will be a human baby."

: "But how come she knowed that? Storks don't talk, and they don't got phones...how did she know when the stork would come?" Toni was really puzzling over this.

"Umm... She just do. Storks can talk to adult woman. Only they understand what the storks are saying." Sam knew that his explanation sucks, but he couldn't stop the lies from pouring out of his mouth.

: Toni continued to stare at was dripping paint all over the floor. "Mami never told me that before. That she can do that." She paused, then another thought struck her. "How come she said that you helped make this baby and that Kyle helped make me if the stork broughted me and you can't talk to him?"

Sam grabbed the brush from Toni's hand and set it down. He couldn't be more thankful for the tarp that he had sat down over the floors. "She must have forgotten." He said shrugging his shoulders and let out a sigh at her next question, "It's because I didn't know your mommy when the stork brought you to her. But I'm here now."

Toni looked at him, still thinking this through. "I wanna meet the stork. Can I see him? I wanna watch Mami talk to him."

"Umm... You have to be a really big girl to talk to the stork. You have to be as tall or mommy and sometimes taller before the stork will come to you." Sam lied.

Toni looked disappointed at this. "But he can come to Mami and I won't even talk to him. I'll just watch Mami, that's all. And if he's scared I'll be super quiet and just watch and not even move."

"He already came. Storks only come over every once in a while..." Sam tried to reason. "I'm afraid they don't let children be there when they come. Even I can't see them."

Toni looked at Sam again, pouting. "That's silly, Daddy. Are you sure you got this right?"

"I know it is, but that's just the rules." Sam nodded his head, trying his best not to look guilty. "I'm sure... Hey, are you hungry for ice-cream?" He changed the subject abruptly.

Toni continued to stare at him, ignoring the ice cream part for once in her life. She continued to assess him, then shook her head decisively. "I think you don't even know, Daddy. I think you're 'barrassed 'cause you don't know so you just made that up."

Sam sighed and pretended to agree with Toni, "You know what, you're a smart cookie." He picked her up and kissed her cheek, "I don't know. You will have to ask your mommy about that, because she's the only one who knows the answer."

Toni beamed, very pleased with herself. "I knew it, Daddy! I knew it! I'm gonna go find out." She wiggled to be put down.

"Yeah, you caught me..." Sam laughed then shook his head at her request, "No, Princess, you can't ask mommy now. You have to wait until she wakes up, okay? Now how about you help me with this painting?

"No, no, I got another idea." Toni raced out of the room, with her effort at walking softly sounding more like an elephant thundering.

Sam was confused at what was happening and followed Toni out of the room. "Princess, you need to be quiet." He said in a soft yet stern voice.

"Ohhh sorry." Toni said this in a loud "whisper" and tried to tiptoe but wasn't very awesome at it. She continued to walk away, finding her Ipad in her room and starting to manipulate it to Google. "how do you spell "where do babies come from?"

Sam followed behind Toni and watched what she was doing. He wasn't sure what she was going to do, but once the question left her mouth, his eyes widen and he quickly snatched the ipad away. "Umm... You don't need that. I told you, you should talk to your mommy."

Scowling, Toni reached for the Ipad, trying to stretch to take it. "Daddy! I wasn't even mean and I didn't get it taken away! I was being nice and helping paint so how come you're taking it?"

Sam put the ipad behind his back and away from Toni's reach. "Because you can't go online. There's some bad things online. Things that will scare you. You don't want to get scared, do you?"

"Babies aren't scary," Toni continued to pout, still reaching for the Ipad. "I wanna know. Mami is gonna sleep foreverrrrr."

"Baby's aren't, but you can't get online without permission and mommy will be up in an hour. So we should finish painting the baby's room while you wait for her to get up."

Toni kept pouting but followed Sam back to the baby's room. She was quiet until another question struck her. "Do babies really bite boobies?"

Sam sighed and kept the ipad by his side. He then walked back to the baby room and started to paint again, or tried to at least... He was lucky that he wasn't drinking or eating something or he would have choked right then. "Babies don't bite boobies... They breastfeed, to get milk."

: Toni looked horrified at this. "Why did Mami put milk in her boobies?! That is so gross! Did she drink too much?"

Sam was getting a headache, this was too much for him to handle at the moment. "Mommy don't. It just comes in when the baby is born. You used to drink from her boobies too, I think..."

Toni's chin jerked up indignantly as she shook her head hard. "I did not! I drink milk out of cups. I think you're wrong about this too, Daddy. That's silly."

"When you were a baby, you didn't know how to use cups. You drink from a baby bottle and from the boobies. Everyone does it. Daddy and Stevie did them too." Sam corrected.

"Did not either. I was not gross. I don't touch Mami's boobies except by accident and then you say sorry. 'Cause that's a private part and you don't touch private parts." Toni was firm on this.

"You can't say that, Princess. When you were babies, you did a lot of gross things. Like poop your diaper and vomit all over. That's just what babies do, it's gross but it's natural."

: "Don't believe you," Toni muttered, not wanting to accept this. "I don't want no baby that's gross like that. Babies are supposed to be cute."

"You don't have to believe me, but it's the truth." Sam said, shrugging his shoulders. "Babies are cute, but they do have to poop and pee. It's normal. You have to be nice to the baby, okay?"

Being nice to something that was stinky was not on Toni's agenda. She continued to scowl at Sam, not fully agreeing to this. "Do I gotta when it's stinky even?"

Sam laughed a little. He couldn't help himself, Toni was being adorable. "You would want your mommy and me to love you when you're stinky, right? You should do the same for the baby too."

Toni considered this too, still trying to work it to her angle. "Can I go into another room and love it there when it's stinky?"

Sam snorted at the question and tried to hide it behind a cough. When he composed himself, he looked at Toni and said, "Why would you need to love the baby from a different room? Stinky babies need their big sister around them. Maybe you can help mommy and daddy give your baby sister a shower."

Toni looked horrified at that suggestion too. "I don't wanna touch a dirty stinky naked baby! They'll make me dirty and stinky too!"

"That's why you give them a shower. It will make them clean." Sam explained.

Antonia shook her head, nose in the air. "Yeah but you can't hold your nose and hold the baby at the same time so I don't think so."

"Toni, that's not a nice thing to say about the baby." Sam said sternly. "You wouldn't want people holding your mommy to hold her nose when she's giving you a shower, right? You shouldn't do that to your little sister." He was so used to saying that he was going to have a baby girl, that it came second nature to just assume.

Toni ignored all the parts that came before this, instead choosing to focus on the last two words. She blinked at Sam, looking betrayed. "It's a girl?"

"We don't know yet, but I think it is..." Sam smiled at the thought of winning the bet and having another baby girl around. "Wouldn't you like to have a little sister?"

Toni's eyes opened wide, and she shook her head adamantly, her voice raising with indignation that he even had to guess. "NO! Daddy, no, no way! I'm the only girl, I don't want another girl! It can be a boy so Stevie can have it."

Sam was shocked by Toni's screams. He didn't realize that she was going to be that upset about possibly having a baby sister. "We can't choose, Toni. It's up to the stork if you're going to have a baby sister or brother."

"You said that you just made up storks," Toni pointed out. She sat down on the floor, folding her arms over her chest, her little face screwed up into an anxious grimace. "I don't want a girl. I want a boy for Stevie." In other words, so Stevie could be the one to deal with him and she could go about her own way.

Sam sighed, not knowing what else to say. A part of him wished that he could wake Santana up and tell her to deal with Toni, but he knew that it wasn't a choice. "Okay, fine, storks don't make the decision, but God does. He says what we get to have. If it's a baby girl, I need you to be nice to her, okay?"

Toni considered this. She hasn't regularly gone to church, but the times she's gone at Christmas or with Maribel were enough to make an impression on her. God is something she holds in awe, when she remembers him. "God says it? Does God make the babies and put them in Mami's tummy?"

"Yes. He does..." Sam said, thankful that Toni wasn't fighting him, at least... "Well, every creature came from God. He chooses when we are born and when we die. That's why my parents went to heaven because God says that they were needed up in heaven." He teared up a little, but quickly cleared his throat.

"Oh." With this explanation, Toni could somewhat accept this. If God made the baby, then there wasn't much anyone could do about it. She frowned, her brow furrowing at Sam's tears, and reached up to touch his cheek. "Are you sad, Daddy?"

Sam smiled at his daughter, turned his head so that he could kiss her little hand and sighed, "A little bit. I miss my daddy and mommy too, but I know that they're in God's hands now."

After he was able to compose himself, Sam stood up, helping Toni up as well, "Do you feel like painting now? Because Daddy still have a lot to do, and wouldn't it be nice to surprise mommy with a painted room?"

Toni considered this, squeezing Sam's hand. She didn't let go as she followed him back to the wall. "Yeah. Mami would like that." She paused, then looked up at him again. "If God makes babies do you think the baby knew your mommy and daddy?"

Sam got his brush and went back to his task. Toni's question threw him off a little, but he smiled nonetheless and said, "I believe so. I think my parents are watching over all of us too."

Toni smiled at this, helping him with the paint about as effectively as a four year old can, as in, not at all. Then she looked up. "Daddy? Is the baby an angel in heaven AND in Mami's tummy?"

Sam went about helping Toni with her mistakes, chuckling as he went about it, "I think the baby was an angel and then God put the baby in mommy's tummy because he wanted her to fill us with even more love."

Toni smiled, liking this idea. "Ohhh so it's like a super hero baby! That's cool."

Sam snorted at that, and gave her cheek a kiss, "That's right, like a super hero baby."

Toni liked the idea of that and smiled more, dimples showing. "Are we gonna be famous for our super hero baby?"

"No, baby. I don't think the baby will be famous. You don't want to be famous anyway. The cameras will follow you all the time. They can get really annoying." Sam said, making a face.

"But then you got lots of money and you're in movies and everyone likes you," is Toni's understanding of fame. "Plus you get to sing."

"That's all good too, but they also never leave you alone. Can you imagine not having any privacy? They'll try to hound you even when you're trying to sleep. That's not fun..."

"But then they can play with me!" Toni smiled. "And give me toys! I think it would be fun."

Sam shook his head at this and chuckled. Of course this was about Toni and not the baby. "Alright, enough talking now. We need to finish painting this room, Princess."